tough week.

So this week was a hard week for me. First monday I woke up at 6:15, drove to Temple Court in downtown LA, only to be told that the DA for the case I was on jury duty for was sick. So... that was a complete waste of my morning/putting off my internship for a week. It was really annoying to say the least. But, I sawmy babies in the afternoon, so that made everything so much better. Tuesday was a hard day. I wasn't having the best morning to begin with, then to top it off I got into my first big accident. I was driving down Victory towards Topanga and a car made a left turn to turn into the mall and hit me. It was one of the scariest things in my life. I slammed on the brakes and swerved, but I still got hit. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I was driving one second, the next second an SUV hit my car (well... not mine, but my aunt's 1999 Honda Civic.) I remember the second I got hit the first things that came to my head were thinking that my airbags were about to deploy and my window was going to break. Luckily neither of those happened. I probably sat in my car in shock for a good 2 minutes before I did anything. I called my dad frantically and asked him to come... he was in North Hollywood at work, so I knew that would take a while. Then I called my mom. The first thing I said was "Don't worry, I'm okay... I got into a car accident." She was in Westwood, so it would take a while for her to come too. Then I started calling people in my family, but one by one I either got no answers or people who were doing other things. I figured it's better not to leave a message or tell people I had gotten into an accident than to scare them and tell them I had gotten into one. I had exhausted all my extremes and was left with no one to call. It was probably the most lonely time I ever felt. Like there's been times where I've been alone, but I think this time it felt even more lonely because it was the time when I REALLY needed someone to be there right then for me. I got out of the car and just stared at it. The bumper looked like it was almost off. Something was dripping from the front of it. The street had skid marks on the floor. Pretty much looked like this:

I looked down at myself to make sure I was okay, thankfully I was. Then a witness came over to me and asked if I was okay and started telling me that I should take pictures of the car and then try to move it because I was blocking the driveway to the mall. So I took my pictures and barely managed to drive the car into a parking spot. We exchanged information and my parents and aunt finally came, along with AAA to tow the car. I'm really thankful for the family I have. Not once did they yell at me or anything about the car. They told me they didn't care about the car and the only thing that mattered was that I was okay. I think I was still in shock until I got home from the mall. I had barely shed a tear when I got into the accident or after it, but when I got home I basically collapsed into my dad's arms and sobbed. Now looking back on it, I cant help to think how thankful I am. The accident could've been so much worse. I didn't even have a bruise (and for those of you who really know me, I bruise easily.) So physically, I was okay. Mentally, a little freaked out when I drive now. I had a dream the other night that I got into a car accident. Woke up and my heart was beating like a jack rabbit. Didn't fall back asleep for a good 45 mins. It's okay though. I'm tough. I can deal with that stuff.

Just reflecting on this, I realized I'm lucky and blessed in so many ways. I'm lucky in that the car accident could've been so much worse. I really feel like God was protecting me. If he would've hit me just a foot over, he would've hit my driver's door and probably broken the window and possibly some body part. I'm blessed that my family was so supportive. My family only cared about my health, and that I was okay. They didn't care about the car. It makes me appreciate my family so much more. They're amazing. I've grown more closer to them in these past few months than I've been in the last few years. I only hope that my relationship with my family will grow and strengthen even more over the next few months while I'm at home.